We managed to get Connie to a local quack through the intervention of Baptiste.

He stuttered his way through the backstreets of Calvi until he found us a med-d-dd-d-d-ddd-ddicine m-m-m-m-m-m-mmmm-m-m-mmman for dear Connie.

I don't trust the man one bit. The Doctor has a lot of textbooks on his shelves regarding animal surgery and bovine intestinal function. I'm not entirely convinced this gentleman practices his art on human tissue.

I sit in a chair in his study while he looks at Connie. Uncle Francis sits opposite scratching firmly his bollock region.

01/09/06

Calvi